Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.